Most of the congregation came from either below the church or, in the case of the European contingent, along the road from the west. The area from which Undoto had come was not one shed previously explored.
But she would. Later, when she followed the priest back to his home. For the next hour, however, she had nothing to do but sit in the carriage and cling to her patience.
Shed chosen this spot from which to watch because it allowed her an unobstructed view of the churchs forecourt and also the smaller door along one side toward the rear of the building. That was the door through which Undoto had entered the church; othersthe choristers and altar boys and several older menhad followed. One of the older men had later opened the front doors.
Patience wasnt really her long suit, but she could, she told herself, manage an hour. In pursuit of Will, she could manage more than that.
With nothing else to do, she reviewed all shed seen to this point, cataloging those of the congregation shed seen previously, searching for anything odd or different.
Her mind snagged on the mana newcomer, at least to herwho had arrived with old Sampson.
There was something about the man that had snared her attention, then effortlessly held it. In the privacy of the carriage with nothing else to occupy her, she could admit that and, via a distinctly vivid memory, indulge in a long, mental perusal.
He was the sort of gentleman commonly described as well set up. Tall with broad shoulders, but lean with the length. Strong, but flexible, too, exuding an aura of reined physical power. That hed arrived with Sampson, chatting with the old man and clearly accepted by him, suggested the unknown was a sailor, but she would have guessed that anyway. She was accustomed to dealing with seafaring men, and the way he held himself, balanced in a certain fluid way, had instantly registered.
As had the sword at his hip. It wasnt the type of weapon your average sailor sported. If she had to guess, she would say the intriguing stranger was a captain, one who commanded; an ineffable air of command had hung like a cloak about him, something innate that showed in the way hed stood, in the manner in which hed looked about him, scanning the surroundings, taking note of the people as well as the place.
Remembering that, she felt certain hed never been to Undotos church before.
She hadnt forgotten Sampsons mention of a Captain Frobisher who had come to ask questions about those missing; it was tempting to speculate that this man was Frobisher, come back to take up the hunt, but if he hadnt previously attended the church, that seemed unlikely.
Although courtesy of the distance, she hadnt been able to note anything specific about the mans face and features, she had to admit hed made an impression.
She realized her lips had curved appreciatively, but there was no harm in such idle admiration. It wasnt as if he and she were likely to meet face to face.
The warmth of the sun lay heavy on the land; the distant hum of the settlements center and port droned almost below the level of hearing.
Lulled, she felt her lids drooping. After a second, she allowed them to fall.
Her mind wasnt empty; the image of the unknown man still lingered. He hadnt been wearing a uniform; she recalled Sampsons description of Captain Frobishernot navy, but authorized. Most likely, Sampson had meant that the man had some degree of backing from the authorities; despite his lack of uniform, the unknown stranger had exuded the ineluctable sense that he possessed such authority.
So a captain, but almost certainly not of a naval vessel.
The memory of the clipper-style ship shed seen so gracefully gliding up the estuary the previous evening swam across her minds eye.
The unknown captains ship?
Her attention shifted to the ship. Truth be told, she could admit to feeling a certain attraction to the vessel, tooa wish to see her, to examine her, to sail on her. To stand on her deck and experience the sensation of flying over the waves.
Aileen had long known she was no more immune to the siren song of the sea than her brothers.
And it was probably a good deal safer to explore an attraction to the ship than to the ships captain, even in her mind.
She grinned, then the sound of voices spilled into the forecourt. She opened her eyes and saw that the service was finally over. Undoto stood at the door, farewelling his parishioners.
Aileen sat up, then stretched her arms, easing her spine. She leaned closer to the window, then, realizing she might be seen, sat back in the shadows of the carriage once more.
She watched the congregation leave. She saw the intriguing stranger again. After exchanging words with four sailorsmembers of his crew?and apparently dispatching them ahead, the stranger left with Sampson, pacing more slowly beside the one-legged sailor as they followed the winding street down the hill.
There was a courtesy there, in the strangers attention to Sampson, of which Aileen approveda recognition that old men like Sampson were by no means worthless.
The stranger and Sampson soon passed out of sight.
She returned her gaze to the church itself and, counseling herself to patience anew, watched and waited while the congregation dispersed. When all were gone, Undoto and one of the older men who helped with the church pulled the doors shut, while two other older men set the woven-rush window panels back in place.
Aileen shifted her gaze to the side door. The altar boys and choristers had already left. The old men came out; calling to each other, they waved and went their separate ways.
Finally, Undoto emerged, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Again, Aileen was tempted to lean forward, but she held herself back; she hadnt yet got her hat and veil.
She watched as Undoto walked along the side wall of the church and into the forecourt. He saw her carriage, but barely gave it a glance and continued across the gravel to the street.
Aileen crossed her fingers, praying he would return to his home and not go wandering elsewhere in the settlement.
Undoto reached the street and turned up it, heading back in the direction from which hed earlier come.
She let out the breath she hadnt realized shed been holding. Shed chosen this carriage because it had a small window set beneath the coachmans seat through which she could look out over the horses backs and see what was happening in front of the carriage. Through that window, she watched Undoto stride up the dusty street. She waited as long as she deemed she could, then rose, stretched up, and lifted the small trapdoor in the carriages roof.
For all she knew, her driver might have been snoring for the past hour. Driver?
The carriage shifted as the driver started. Yes, maam?
I was hoping to meet my friend here, but she didnt attend the service. I must have dozed off. Ive only recently arrived in the settlement, and as we are here, I would like you to drive slowlyjust rolling very slowly alongup the street before us, the one heading up the flank of the hill. The one Undoto had taken; he was almost out of sight. Just carry on, and Ill tell you when Ive seen enough, and we can then return to Water Street.
Aye, maam.
Aileen swayed, then sat as the carriage rocked into motion. The driver followed her instructions well enough and kept their pace nice and slow. Through the small forward-facing window, she could see Undoto well ahead, but as he was striding along at a good clip, the distance between him and the carriage was only slowly decreasing.
The area the street ran through was neither a slum, nor was it Tower Hill. The houses were modest, but neatly kept; most were situated on their own small block. Few plants graced the gardens, but rocks and stones marked entrances and paths. From the few people she glimpsed, it appeared this was the area populated by the equivalent of the lower middle class.
There were still a good fifty yards between the carriage and the priest when Undoto crossed the road, went up a short path, climbed a few steps to a houses porch, then opened the door and disappeared inside.
Aileen shifted to the window on that side and, as the carriage rolled closer, studied the house the priest had entered. As the house neared, she again drew back into the concealing shadows, but with her eyes fixed on the building, she cataloged every identifying feature she could spy.
The carriage rolled on, and the house fell behind. Satisfied, she sat back. She would recognize the house, even by night.
Her afternoons worklaying the groundwork for her evenings endeavorswas done.
She let the driver steer his horses on for a full minute more, then she lifted the trapdoor again. Ive seen enough for today. Back to Water Street. You can let me out near the middle of the street.
She had a milliner to visit.
And then...
She couldnt be one hundred percent certain that the house Undoto had entered was his own abode, yet thered been a lack of concern, of even the slightest hesitation, in the way hed walked up the front path and had opened the door and gone inside. If it hadnt been his house, surely he would have knocked?
Still, tonight would tell. If Undoto was still there when night fell...that was really all she cared about.
As the carriage rocked slowly down the hill and turned toward the center of the settlement, she reviewed her preparations. Once she bought what she needed from the milliner, there was one last issue to address.
To keep watch on Undotos house, she would need the concealment of an anonymous carriage, much like the one she was presently in. But she couldnt risk hiring just any coachman and trusting him to keep his mouth shut about her peculiar excursions, much less the address from which he picked her up.
Unfortunately, she couldnt see any way around trusting the driver she hired. Which means, she murmured, that Ill have to make sure the driver I hire is, indeed, trustworthy.
Hat and veil first; carriage and trustworthy driver second.
Once shed succeeded in securing both... Then Ill be ready to keep watch and see who comes calling on Undoto.